This Hogwarts isn't normal.

Through the instant report of the New York Ghost, this once-in-a-century disaster instantly spread throughout the entire American magic world.

Vincent has many prefixes, and a simple introduction alone takes up half a page.

Like the Daily Prophet, it is also an important mouthpiece of the magic government.

With Bradley's strong recommendation and the Congressional Medal of Honor awarded by Chairman Randolph himself, his name once again spread throughout the American magic world.

After a week of vacation in Hawaii, the Wayne family returned to the big city of New York.

Manhattan, 233 Broadway.

The Wayne family, who took a taxi, had previous experience, and this time they waited until the time was almost up before entering the Woolworth Building.

This building is shared by wizards and No-Maj, and only by reciting the correct spell can the true side be revealed.

When Vincent was curious about what the spell was, Sam, who was waiting impatiently at the door, had pushed the revolving door and made it rotate at super speed.

"You, the protagonist, really made us wait so long!"

"Protagonist? I'm not the only one, am I?"

"Of course not." Sam motioned them to go in, "Director Graves and Mr. Scamander are here."

The four pairs of eyes of the Wayne family stared at the revolving door that was spinning so fast that it was about to smoke.

"Okay, I'll go in first." Sam stretched out his hand and was instantly pulled in by the door.

"Together?"

"Coo-Coo!" The stone owl at the door made Coo-Coo flap its wings excitedly.

"Warthog--The name Hogwarts was thought up by Rowena Ravenclaw. []"

Since it is read backwards, it is normal to put two winged warthogs at the door.

"Okay, after school starts, I will make a statue of you in the club room."

Coo-Coo stretched out his little wings contentedly.

Vincent and his parents stretched out their hands.

After a dizzy moment, they appeared in a magnificent lobby about 700 feet high with a cathedral-like ceiling.

In the most prominent position at the front, there is a huge monument.

"It is used to commemorate those who died in the Salem witch trials."

About three hundred years ago, a series of trials against witches in the Massachusetts colony of No-Maj people occurred.

Eventually, 20 people were executed, most of them women.

There were only a few real witches, but none of them committed the crimes they were accused of.

For this reason, wizards from various countries united and formally established the Magical Congress of America.

So far, wizards and No-Maj here have been completely separated, and it was not until the abolition of the Rappaport Law in 1965 that they were allowed to have normal contact with each other.

Europe and North America have their own advantages and disadvantages.

Things like pure-bloodism are not popular in the entire Americas.

Because most of the people who make up their magic world are of No-Maj origin.

Sam led the Wayne family into the elevator and pressed the letter "m" and the buttons for 5 and 4.

"The venue is on the 54th floor. I can already imagine Director Graves's angry expression." ˜"*°•.˜˜.•°*"˜"

Vincent straightened the monocle that Gugu was wearing, "Ah? In front of so many people?"

"There is always something he doesn't want to do, nothing he dares not do."

The elevator was very fast and arrived in less than half a minute.

The moment the door opened automatically, Sam's expression became particularly solemn.

"Come in, Mr. Wayne."

Vincent walked into the venue with goose bumps all over his body.

Compared with the Order of Merlin, there are not too many high-profile and luxurious embellishments here.

Pure white ceiling, brown, white and gray patterned wallpaper, dark red and thick carpet.

The table was placed at the innermost, leaving a large area in the middle.

Bradley whispered to Randolph, and then both of them focused their eyes on Vincent.

"It feels more natural."

"Yes, he has always had a good vision."

Randolph nodded slightly, "Dumbledore has not received so many honors at this age."

"Britain is such a rotten place, full of geniuses!"

Bradley stared at Sam, whose limbs were stiff, with a look of disappointment, "It seems that peace has lasted too long, and young people lack opportunities to exercise."

"I heard that Hogwarts organized a picnic for all students this year to go to the Forbidden Forest outside."

He knew what Randolph meant.

Although there will be dangers, the effect of training on the "Mavebestia Island" in the Pacific Ocean will definitely be better than the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts.

"Mr. Chairman, I will work out a complete set of plans in detail."

Randolph nodded, put down his glass, and walked straight towards the Wayne family.

"Welcome. If you were later, I might have told some jokes to warm up the atmosphere."

Vincent shook hands with him in a friendly manner, "Chairman Randolph, can I listen to one first?"

"Oh, you didn't hear that?"

"Uh-no."

After a few simple conversations, Randolph solemnly told Sam to entertain them well.

"Mr. Auror, are you also a part-time waiter?"

"Don't mention it." Sam said sadly, "That day, Director Graves paid the bill and suddenly asked me to write a report for him."

"Did you write it seriously?"

"Yes, I was punished for this!"

He quietly gave Bradley a middle finger, "Either go to Marvelbestia for a month, or do odd jobs here for a month."

"Marvelbestia?"

"The island where I met the harpy before."

According to the Latin translation, this is what magical creature means.

Vincent comforted him, "Maybe Mr. Graves is just in a bad mood."

"It must be because of the bill." Sam raised his middle finger to Bradley again, "You should go back early, otherwise you can see the Veela performance."

"Their appearance fee must be very high."

"That's right, so Director Graves came to me after paying the bill."

This pair of bosses and subordinates who plotted against each other really opened Vincent's eyes.

If it were placed in the Ministry of Magic, Fudge would have thrown people into Azkaban.

"I'd better go find Mr. Scamander." Vincent felt his blood pressure rising.

"Wait for me, Chairman Randolph wants me to entertain you!"

On this important occasion, both Queenie and Jacob were actually present.

Rolf was there too, along with a tall man in his twenties.

"Vincent, this is my cousin, Munson Kowalski."

Munson extended his hand enthusiastically, "I always hear Rove praising you, and my ears almost get calloused."

"Didn't I disappoint you?" Vincent shook hands with him equally enthusiastically.

"What a surprise. It feels like I'm back in school." Munson let go and looked at Sam, who was dressed as a waiter, "Long time no see. Didn't you become an Auror?"

Sam curled his lips, turned around and raised two middle fingers to Bradley, who was talking to senior officials.

"My boss is an asshole. I should have gone to the Department of Magical Law Enforcement with you."

Munson shook his head at his old classmate and friend. "You wouldn't say that if you saw the mountains of papers."

The Magical Congress does not have a Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters.

Therefore, the Department of Magical Law Enforcement is very busy every day, either processing court documents or checking illegal items outside.

Once a catastrophic event occurs, they have to put aside what they are doing and rush over.

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